a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins

Flora pulled her into a tight, desperate hug, and concern knitted Soh’s brows together. ”Flora, what -?” she started, but then the Doubletake was holding out two sealed letters to her. Swallowing hard, Soh took them. One was addressed to Jack. The other, heavier envelope was for Hadama. Soh looked from the envelopes in her hand to her friend.

Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, Soh started to shake her head. ”Flora, what’s going on? Let me help you,” she all but begged. This request - these letters - felt like a goodbye. ”Are you - why -?” Was Flora leaving Jack? Was that what this was about? But what about Hadama? Why would he receive a letter, unless Flora was leaving Torchline?

But she knew her friend - and Flora would never. Not like this.

”Something’s wrong,” Soh said, holding the letters in one hand while grasping Flora’s arm with the other. ”This isn’t like you.” Her silver eyes were pleading as she tightened her grip, as though holding onto Flora would keep her here and keep her safe. ”Tell me, please.”

the Luminary

'Cause your heart has a lack of colour and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'cause we wasted all our free time alone

code stolen from sky who stole it from odd